The Storm in a Friendship Part 5

“The one I sold to you about a year ago.” The man’s eye twitched and he fumbled with his fingers.

“What? I never bought a necklace a year ago.” I looked at the man like he was crazy.

“I know you have it! It was blue. I can’t remember what you called it. Oh, let’s see, what was it? Rainy Day Blue? No, no, that’s not right.” The man mumbled furiously to himself as if I weren’t there.